A/N: Hey all! I decided I would try and get another chapter out. I can't remember who gave me the suggestion in their review, but um, don't worry. Jeff's time will come. I promise you that. Eventually, the tables will turn and he'll be the one pissed off. Of course that won't be for a LONG time. As I write this, I'm watching The Crow. This is the first time I've seen it. I've always wanted to, I've just never gotten to. But now it's on TBS and I'm attached! I can understand why everyone loves it so much! I've gone through an hour of it, ON TV, and I love it. I'm definitely looking into buying it the next time I go to Best Buy. I think that's all for now. Enjoy the chapter. Dudes, the weirdest thing just happened. The kitchen faucet just started by itself. Seriously, my mom is asleep, I am of course in the spare room, and my Dad was out with the dog. No one was out there, and I just heard the water start running. WEIRD!! Oh and my Matt is back. I haven't spoken to him yet. And to tell ya the truth, I'm kinda nervous about it! I really don't know why though. Anyways, I'll continue writing this while watching The Crow for a second time. Plus I just got the best news ever. So it's all good!! Anyways, here's the chapter!

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"Jeff, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed as I shot up in bed. I looked around the room and sighed. It was your normal everyday hotel room. The extra hard bed, two big pink cushioned chairs in by the window with a small table in the middle. The dresser at the front of the room with the TV sitting on it, of course with the remote attached. The one thing that normally was in the room, was missing. Jeff was no where to be seen. "Did I get a single last nite?" I asked myself as I tried to remember the nite before. Nothing came to me. The last thing I remembered from the day before was going to a house show. A house show in some town that I couldn't remember. Probably didn't matter. They were beginning to look the same to me anyways. "Damn this fight with Jeff has been going on for like 2 weeks. I'm a fuckin idiot." I flopped back down on the bed, my head hitting the pillow. My hair flopped around my head, which was very unusual considering I always slept with it in a high ponytail. It was much easier to brush the next day like that. I closed my eyes, trying to remember anything from the nite before. Suddenly I heard the hotel door creek open. I sat up with a start, much like I had before. "Jeff!"

"You're up," he said straight faced, showing little to no emotions. He carried a box of Munchkins in his hand. He threw the keys on the dresser and slipped his jacket off. "You feeling okay?" I gave him one of my strange looks, without realizing it, causing him to smile slightly. "Don't give me that look."

"We shared a room last nite?" I asked watching him cross the room.

"Yeah, I wanted to watch over you," he said softly.

"Watch over me?"

"You don't remember last nite, do you?" he said setting the Munchkins on the counter that many hotels had outside the bathroom itself. I shook my head at him, watching him run his hand through his hair. "You had a hardcore match last nite at the house show and you got nailed with a ladder right on the top of your head. Knocked you out for about 5 minutes and you received a concussion. Didn't really expect you to remember it I guess."

"Jeff, where are we?"

"I'd say a hotel, wouldn't you?" he replied snidely.

"Really, because I couldn't tell that part."

"We're in your favorite state." I could sense the sarcasm in his voice and it scared me.

"Please don't tell me we're in Maine," I pleaded.

"Sorry, Case. We had a show last nite, here, in Augusta, Maine. Then tomorrow nite we're in Bangor for a show. Just please don't get hit in the head with the ladder again," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out.

"For getting hit in the head? Damn, you've got nothing to be sorry about. You get hit in the head on a daily basis," he laughed.

"No, Jeff. That's not what I'm sorry about," I said staring at him sternly. He gave me a smile and moved to kiss my forehead.

"Well, what ever it is, it doesn't matter," he smiled brushing hair off my face.

"Yes, Jeff, it does matter. It matters to me. I understand why you're quitting, but you gotta understand that it doesn't make it any less harder on me. I know I'm not going to lose you in the long run. But it's hard to think that someone that I've been with for years, that someone that's been by my side through everything, is leaving me. That you aren't going to be with me every hour on the hour every day of the year," I cried. He brushed a lose tear off my cheek and nodded.

"I know. I know that you understand. I know that you love me. And I know it's going to be hard on you. Hell, it's going to be hard on me. But I have to do it."

"I know. It's just I always thought we'd be retiring together, ya know?" He nodded at me as he wrapped his arms around my body. "So, I'm sorry for how I reacted."

"Yeah well, you have mood swings, I'm used them," he joked. "Come on, I got us some munchkins to eat before we take our journey north."

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"So, Case, what's there to do on a Saturday nite in Bangor?" Shane asked as a bunch of us sat around a table in the Olive Garden.

"Well, when Adam and I were at the mall we say fliers that said there was an RPW show tonite at 7. We could go to that," I suggested.

"What's RPW?" Amy asked.

"Rampage Pro Wrestling. It's an Indy fed up here. There are some really good wrestlers. My sister and her boyfriend took me to a show once," I replied.

"I think I'm gonna skip. I'm not feeling too hot," Matt sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

"I warned you not to eat all that garlic bread," Amy laughed nudging him in the stomach. He groaned but smiled as held on to his stomach painfully. "I think I'm gonna stay in to though."

"Shane? Jeff?" I asked.

"Babe, I'd rather not. I'm working on a song right now, and it's going really good. So I think I just wanna work on that. But go ahead and go if you'd like," he smiled squeezing my knee gently.

"I'll go, if you want me to that is," Shane said.

"Yeah, I think that'd be cool," I smiled at him as the waiter dropped off the check.

Once we all got back to the hotel, I changed into anything that could hide me from the world. Meaning that I dressed in Adam's sweatshirt with the hood over my pulled back colored hair. I also threw on a Yankee hat for good measure. I met Shane in the lobby of the hotel and we were on our way to the small gym at Husson College. We paid the 10 dollar fee at the door and found seats at ring side.

"Now, just a warning. I don't know if the ones that I saw are still here or if they've gotten any better, but this all might suck," I chuckled quietly.

"Oh well, it's a nice way to get out and away from it all though, isn't it?" he smiled at me. I glanced over by the entrance and saw a couple of the guys I used to be into at RPW, Psycho Mike Osbourne, Legion Freakin Cage, and Hardware. They were talking quietly as Mike pointed towards our area.

"Uh-oh, busted," I whispered as the three guys, varying in size, walked towards. Mike, all 6'4", 240 lbs, of him smiled at us.

"Mystic Angel and Shane Helms," he nodded at himself.

"Yeah, but we're trying to keep a low profile," I replied.

"It's an honor to have you two here. Are you recruiting or something?" the smaller of the three, Legion Cage, asked.

"No, we're here as a couple of people who are just here to catch the show," Shane smiled.

"Well, welcome. I just hope we can put on a good show for the two of you. Are there any more WWE superstars going to be here?" Mike asked.

"No, it's just Shane and I."

"Well, I hope you two enjoy the show. We gotta go stretch up now. We'll see you later," Hardware flashed us a smile while fingering the bright pink thong that hung around his neck before leading a way through the crowd towards the locker rooms.

"So, which one did you use to have a crush on?" Shane smiled knowingly.

"As a matter of fact I didn't have a crush on any of them."

"Oh Case, I know you better than that. Which one?"

"Okay! All three," I said shyly.

"Jesus!!" he laughed as the ring announcer stepped into the ring.

Towards the middle of the show, Psycho Mike was back out for his match. He pointed to us and smiled, coming out of character a few times. But it wasn't until Hardware had his match against Legion that I got rather upset about. He seemed to think that it would be okay to draw attention to us by putting the thong he threw to the fans around my neck before the match. My hood fell down and exposed my colorful head of green, blue, red, black, and white hair to the crowd. The ring announcer noticed us and waved us in the ring as everyone stood and applauded, knowing exactly who we were. I let loose a low growl, only audible to Shane, and we reluctantly stood, climbed over the barricade, and entered the ring.

"I'd like to welcome two very well known people to the wrestling world. WWE's very own Shane Helms and his partner from the team of Bad Religion, Mystic Angel!" the announcer spoke. Smiling I took the microphone from him and took a deep breath.

"Thank you all for your wonderful welcome. RPW has put on a great show and I'd like to wish all the wrestlers luck as they continue their careers. I can see that some of you will be around for quite awhile. And who knows, you may be next on my ass kicking list," I said.

"You have a show tomorrow nite, is that correct?"

"Yes, we have a show at the Bangor Auditorium. We hope we'll see you all there. It's going to be a good nite with plenty of surprises!" Shane exclaimed. I glanced over at him with my eyebrows raised and shook my head.

"Well, I hope you both enjoyed the show!" Shane and I nodded before going back to our seats.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"What?" Shane asked.

"I really didn't want this to happen. Do you know what it's going to be like to get out of here?!" I exclaimed quietly. Shane just laughed.

"Ya know, I'd really like it if you and Kim would like go out to lunch together or something the next time we're home so you two can get to know each other and maybe become friends," Shane spoke suddenly as we drove back to our hotel from the show.

I looked up at him and scrunched up my nose. "I don't think so Shane. Ex-girlfriend and new girlfriend probably isn't a good thing."

"Well, I'd really like you two to be friends. I really like Kim and I of course love you. I just think it could be easier on everyone, ya know?"

"No Shane. I really just don't think it's a good idea. I'm sorry," I said.

"It was worth a try. I just don't wanna lose our friendship. Not again. You mean too much to me for that to happen," he smiled.

"I'll try my hardest to control myself around her," I laughed.

"Thanks kiddo."

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"Jeff, when are you leaving?" I asked almost tearfully.

"Leaving?" he asked turning towards me as I laid down on the bed in our room. He finished feeding the fish and walked towards me. "Baby, I don't think I'm leaving."

"The WWE Jeff." Luna and Liger bounded into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, playing a game of tug o' war with a rope bone.

"Oh, um, March. I'm leaving the nite after WrestleMania," he answered sitting on his side of the bed.

"Wow, that's only a month away," I cried. He wiped off a tear and kissed my nose.

"I know," he said softly. "Are you feeling the least bit better about all this?"

"Ya know, I kinda am," I smiled. I rested my head on his chest as he laid back and he combed his hand through my hair. "Just remember, when all those groupies gang up on you, who your girlfriend is. Remember that I will NOT be afraid to kick your ass!" I jumped up and straddled him, pointing my finger roughly into his chest. He grabbed my wrists and flipped me over so he was leaning over me.

"Don't worry. That will NOT be a problem." He smiled and attacked my lips roughly with his.

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A/N: As I read this over, I realized that I didn't like this chapter. Lol I'm not even sure why I'm posting it. Probably just to move things along. But just so you know, I don't like it! lol And the wrestlers I mentioned are real Indy wrestlers in the New England area. Legion Cage is actually the teacher for RPW's wrestling school. All three are excellent wrestlers. My sister and I personally love Psycho Mike. So yummy! Lol